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Death by Violence
Violence is thick in the air,
Through hate and crimes,
Of pain.
Barely any peace and love,
Around the twon.
Death by violence is not fair,
But only many dreadful times.
Nothing to gain,
But the pain from above,
And below that brings a frown.
Blood that is thick and deep,
Flow from each fallen body.
Broken bones,
And damaged souls,
Fill the ground.
There is nobody,
Around to see the tones,
Of each death and unfinished goals,
That seeps,
Into the sorrow around.